Disclaimer: I can't own One Piece. Nor do I own Chizuru from Kilnorc's fic which is way better than mine. Thank god that Drode is not hassling my writing speed, as that muse is nothing but trouble.

Ch 6

"Oh, so I'm dead, dollface? Heh, you should learn to respect mah authority!" Marcus grinned, his bushy mustache perked up as he twirled his cane for a moment. "Cement Cement Wheel!" As the cane spun, a grayish substance formed around his hand and flowed around the cane in a circular motion, until it became a thick ring around his cane. It quickly hardened, just as Marcus threw the thick 'car tire-sized' ring at Requiem.

Requiem didn't even blink as it went over her body and then tightened around the waist, preventing her from using her arms. Marcus laughed, pointing awkwardly at her. "This is the power of a sub-commander? No one can defeat my Cement Cement power, as although it's not a Logia type, it is just as deadly as that Mr. 3's Wax Wax power! Now..." Bringing out both hands towards her, more of the gray liquid formed around his fingers. "Cement Shoes Imprisonment!" FWOOOSH! A thick spray of wet cement struck Requiem's legs, encasing them and then hardening them into a thick cement cylinder.

Requiem just looked at Marcus with a blank stare, as if she didn't even notice that she was trapped and unable to move away. "..."

Marcus's face reddened, as his eyebrows curved in slight disgust. "What's the matter, toots? Cat got your tongue? Well, maybe I should get a little life into those pale cheeks of yours!" His tongue licked his lips hungrily as he walked forward in order to deliver a powerful slap across the face. Requiem's cheek was marked, but her neck didn't sway and her eyes never closed. Marcus's eyes widened in shock over this, even as he pounded away like her with more kicks and punches, even adding cement around his fists to induce damage to no avail. "W-what! Not even a flinch? What the heck are you?"

"..." Requiem continued to stare blankly at Marcus, her eyes drilling right through him as if he didn't exist.

Another slap, then a strong right punch, then a left came from Marcus as he proceeded to beat the crud out of Requiem's face. "Stop the silent treatment and say something, you broad! I want youseve, Yost, Bose, Duse, Jose, Mose, Muse, Rose, Wyo's, Yule, dose, fuse, hose, lose, muse, nose, nous, pose, rose, ruse, sous, yoke, yore, yule" / to scream bloody murder but youseve, Yost, Bose, Duse, Jose, Mose, Muse, Rose, Wyo's, Yule, dose, fuse, hose, lose, muse, nose, nous, pose, rose, ruse, sous, yoke, yore, yule" / act like youseve, Yost, Bose, Duse, Jose, Mose, Muse, Rose, Wyo's, Yule, dose, fuse, hose, lose, muse, nose, nous, pose, rose, ruse, sous, yoke, yore, yule" / don't feel a thing! Stop looking at me like that!" Marcus stepped back a ways to admire his handiwork, but Requiem looked impassive and expressionless despite the bruises and the black eye that Marcus did to her.

"Grr...what the heck is wrong with you! I know my fists aren't that soft, so why are youseve, Yost, Bose, Duse, Jose, Mose, Muse, Rose, Wyo's, Yule, dose, fuse, hose, lose, muse, nose, nous, pose, rose, ruse, sous, yoke, yore, yule" / acting so weird! Answer me!" Marcus practically screamed, spitting upon Requiem, only to recieve no vocal answer. Multiple veins popped along his forehead, as a thick layer of gray liquid formed around his arms and legs. "I usually reserve this attack for those who actually put up a fight, but your attitude is really getting on my nerves! Cement Cement Armor Plus!" The result of this was a thick suit of armor similar to a knight, but with long horns on the helment, spiked-out shoulderpads, a cup between the legs and that it fit his small frame. His hands were abnormally large now, due to the cement gloves that covered them.

"Heeheehee! This thing weighs less than air due to the intense training my boss gave me, as although it is hardened, I can easily move around freely!" Marcus crowed wickedly as he moved one of his arms in front, aiming straight at Requiem's face. "You had your chance to cry out! But torture time is over! Now I'll kill you and then every single one of your crew members! Cement Rifle Fist!" The giant fist telescoped straight out, stretching by multiple thin strands of wet cement as the original fist stood in it's place to keep it balanced.

"...Astaroth Splitter..." Requiem said coldly, as a iron sword appeared before her, chopping the fist apart before it could get close to her face. Cracks formed along the cement shoes and torso, as tiny, tiny iron fragments broke through and hovered around her like a black mist. She was lucky that the sword formed in time, as the iron fragments were merely small puzzle pieces that needed time to bond and merge together into a solid object, but then falls apart afterwards due to the high concentration of opposing magnetic forces around the islands.

Marcus really looked ticked off now, as he lifted up his hands to spew out a large stream of wet cement into the sky, laughing wickedly. He saw what she could do now, so he wasn't going to take any chances against any new techniques that she could unleash. "You've done it now, girly! Not even 9 digit-worth bounty pirates can handle my Highway to Hell technique! I'll turn you into one of the sculptures at my brother's museum with this!" He laughed, as the stream widened considerably into 20 feet, then thinned out to 4 feet in length.

Requiem looked unfazed, closing her eyes and began to chant in an unknown tongue as the iron fillings swirled around her rapidly. The concrete encasings shattered doing so, freeing her and allowing full movement of her body. Slowly but surely, the small fillings came together, each one lining up and fusing with a comparable piece to fit and attach, growing and reshaping themselves with each passing second.

Marcus noticed this, but felt that the 3 small arrowheads that were being made were no real threat to him or his ultimate attack. The stream looked very much like a concrete road, and was beginning to sway back and forth, ready to squash and engulf anything or anyone in it's path. After all, he planned to push Requiem six feet under the ground, like a flyswatter vs a ladybug. "Say good-bye, woman! Highway to Hell!" He yelled, swinging down the cement road down upon her.

"...Lucifuge's Trident..." Requiem coldly announced, as the three arrowheads were now the size of watermelons, launching themselves out like rockets towards the large 'carpet' of cement and rapidly spinning in place as Requiem's eyes glowed faintly, the coordinates and trajectories locked in, all the math being done in her head.

"Bah! What can that measly attack do-" Marcus was cut short, his eyes widening as the metallic missiles chewed up the pavement like drills, breaking it down part by part. Chunks of wet cement fell down upon the huts, as the large arrowheads thrashed straight through the road in a straight line, chopping it up into rubble and continuing on. "Oh, geez! Cement Cement Tekkai!" Placing his hands on his armor, Marcus grew in density and height, his block-shaped armor increasing weight and size to protect him from harm. "Nice try, girly! But this is just as effective as a CP9 Tekkai! No way those BBs will pierce through!"

"...End game...Lucifer's spear..." Requiem's eyes buzzed, unable to hear or see anything around her as the iron fillings within the arrowheads merged together through magnetic attraction, thinning out and reshaping drastically in a short period of time.

Her headache was growing worse, but she endured as if it was nothing to her. To her, Marcus did not exist, but in his place was the same person that she had seen in her nightmares, a red haired girl with almond-colored eyes and a near-perfect body with a dagger which was slick with the blood of her parents as a large man, the pirate captain in charge of the redhead, congraduated her as Requiem could only watch as the girl burnt down the house without any torches with Requiem inside it. The red head was laughing, laughing at her for no reason and Requiem wanted nothing more than to make her head pop like a balloon.

Marcus never stood a chance, his mouth spewing blood by the pint upon the damaged armor as Requiem took her flashback, his lungs and heart impaled by the 20 foot long metal spear that pierced through the dense hardened concrete. "H-how? My armor can't be penerated!" He stammered, the blood loss was increasing as the iron fillings began to infiltrate the blood vessels. "Just wait until my big brother Jerome hears about this! He has the highest ranking earth Logia fruit: Crystal Crystal, and he'll break you apart like a onion string!"

"...Finishing Move: Beelzebub's Judgement..." Tightening her fist as soon as she felt that all the pieces were in alignment in the hands, feet, ankles, face, neck, elbows, stomach, ribcage, and butt, Marcus's entire body was shredded by the hundreds of iron spikes shooting throughout, killing him instantly and then liquidated him. To say the least, there was no flesh nor bone left behind, just a bloody puddle around the broken down armor which was cracking apart. Requiem felt no sympathy nor hatred now, only vengeful to kill the one who had destroyed her life in the past and destroy her from within. With that, she left a iron filling-made rose on the cement rubble and went off.

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At the same time, Prelude finished off the last group of pirates in the building, standing over their burnt bodies in order to reach the front door. Reloading new flash-bangs and flares, she shoved the doors open to see a hanging site over by the port, mainly a big tree with a noose hanging down, and a frail person with a burlap sack over his head. "Don't worry, professor! I'm coming to save you!" She yelled, running towards him despite the large gathering of pirates surrounding him with knifes and chains. Taking a rather large saw blade from her ammo belt, she threw it towards the crowd with expert accuracy to take out the first row. "Twilight Slayer!"

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As for the captain, he stumbled blindly into a closet-like room, his vision hazy and his hearing fuzzy, bouncing off the walls until he hit a array of buttons on a metal plate with his forehead. "Ow..." He groaned, backing away a bit unable to see what was going on as the entrance that he went through closed, and the gravity increased a bit as the room seemed to go upwards by some unknown force. If he could hear well, he could listen to the sounds of hundreds of thousands of pincers opening and closing, thirsting for blood. But for the moment, he was trying to get his vision back all the way as he was only a few floors away from reaching the top.

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Cement Cement Wheel: Basic Projectile technique, can trap arms and legs, or bean someone hard. Hardens on contact.

Cement Cement: Paramercia type fruit. User emits wet cement that can be used in different ways and increases fighting strength.

Cement Shoes Imprisonment: Can go all the way up to the chest, perfect of immobilizing Devil Fruit users and normal civilians. Extremely hard to break.

Cement Cement Armor Plus: Looks similar to Mr. 3's Wax Armor, only box-like and a round half-sphere helmet with mouth and eye holes. Can take a lot of abuse but is vulnerable from the inside. Some parts are weaker in density than other parts in order for the user to move freely.

Cement Rifle Fist: High level Cement long-range attack. Said to completely overpower a navy fleet as it expands and hardens as the longer it gets. Said to be on par with Ace's Fire Fist, but if it is at mid-range, it's power is not at it's fullest.

Astaroth Splitter: Requiem's short range attack outside of tonfas. It was formed behind her back as she was getting punched. Very sharp, cannot be held in her hands. Can only be maintained for a minute's time.

Highway to Hell: Since I hate a long drawn out battle, this is basically Marcus's ultimate finishing move. Imagine, a road being made out of nothing and falling right on you. No doubt you would be flattened and probably buried as the cement hardens around you, making it hard to breathe.

Lucifuge's Trident: Drill-type long range attack. If one of the drills is destroyed, it loses the ability to spin, making the attack useless. It was only strong enough to pierce through as the road was half made of wet cement, as it can't break dense objects like boulders or steel girders. Leaves her completely open to short range attacks as she needs her full attention.

Cement Cement Tekkai: Going up against a lot of government agents, Marcus learned how to harden his cement to be nearly indestructible. However, parts of it are soft, and easy to break through with the right RPM.

Lucifer's Spear: By combining the three arrowheads at a critical time, this is a piercing attack that can break through thick objects. But can only be used once and only once, as if the opponent manages to survive before Beelzebub's Judgement is used, then the iron fillings will take about a minute to detach and come back to her, leaving her completely defenseless.

Jerome: Owner of a large museum dedicated to the Earth and Marcus's big brother. Extremely powerful and has defeated many swordsmen who attempted to learn how to cut his diamond-hard skin.

Crystal Crystal: Logia fruit, possibly the strongest of the Terra elements. Unbreakable, reflects sunlight and turns it into lasers, morphs body parts into large diamond swords, causes the ground to spike upwards to impale, encases people in a diamond shell.

Beelzebub's Judgement: High level metal control attack, destroys body and mind from within. But once again, requires focus. If anything distracts her, the technique would fail.

Twilight Slayer: Prelude's deadly technique, uses a metal saw blade that is incapable of returning to her. However, unlike her flares, it can cut through armor and flesh but is in limited quantity due to size and weight. Can also be used when the sun is out, blinding opponents for a moment as it cuts right through them. Also can be used as her short range defensive weapon.